Just as M42 was about to sit down and enjoy the coffee, Questa-Maria called him over the intercom.
"Agent M42, please report to the briefing room for an emergency meeting."
M42 groaned as he stood and carried his coffee to the Memphis agency meeting room. The room was just like any other office meeting room, a white walled space with a large wood table in the middle with a dozen or more chairs placed around it. A projector hung from the ceiling aimed at the far wall and a white board to reflect the protection. The only real difference between this room and others like it was the various privacy countermeasures put in built into the room to make it sound proof to any but those inside the closed doors.
In side, Agent M42 found Questa-Maria sitting at the head of the desk looking over a few files that he guested contained the new mission he was about to part take in. The director looked up at him as soon as he entered.
"Good," she said with a touch of urgency, "we need to get started. I have every important mission for you. It could mean the difference between peace and war..."
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